Friday, 12 April 2013

A final day

This is my last day at this particular job with its oodles of time for meandering through Raverly, and writing long posts while I am working, and general goofing off because it is quiet. I'm glad I am done.

So if you are just getting used to my posting schedule, sorry, but it is about to change. Before I took this job, I was posting in the evening just before I crawled into my jammies, and I suspect that is what will happen now. But then, you never really know. It could be a little up and down till I am settled into a new position.

Till I land that new position, I am looking forward to some good knitting time.

Do you know I haven't finished a major project yet this year? Do you realize that I haven't finished a single sweater in 2013? I have completed two small shawls, one baby sweater and one cowl. That is it. Ooops. One pair of socks too, but they were more than half done so it hardly counts as a major anything.

No wonder I feel a little drippy about my knitting. I have always known that finishing is much of the fun, and starting new things is even better. No, this year, I haven't done zip, not much starting, not much knitting. There are a hundred and one reasons, but mostly, I am just bored to tears in this job and it is affecting everything.

So, no more boredom, no more lackadaisical knitting, no more forever projects. I must finish Paulettes scarf and then one of the sweaters, but after that, I will knit whatever my little heart desires. And what it desires changes daily.

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About Me

'Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.'
- Robertson Davies
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These are my words to live by.
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When I was a kid one of my earliest memories of grandmas house was of all the aunties getting together to make wool quilts. My Uncle took off the table top and set up the quilt frame somehow on the table legs. We kids would sit under the table and watched the needles go through, and the hands turning moving swiftly along. Seeing a quilt being made from the underside is not something you forget. Sleeping under something that you saw being made right from the carding of the wool is not something you forget either. My Auntie Lorraine who loved to embroider and crochet taught my sister and I outline stitch embroidery for tea towels, pillow cases, and dresser scarves. There were always crocheted doilies and antimacassars at her house too. I have been fascinated by needle and threads since then. I can't pick a favourite among string and needle things. I sew, do crosstitch, needlepoint, hardanger, blackwork, and embroideries of all kinds. I crochet and tat, and now I knit too. Did I leave anything out? Tell me. I'll probably need to learn that too. It's a compulsion. And now I spin. Did I mention I have a small loom? And now a much bigger loom? Like I said, this is clearly a compulsion.